I woke up at six in the a.m. from a dream that was completely absurd, tried to do the math and figured I'd only had six hours of sleep (I was awake and reading last night), and fortunately, without much effort, fell back into sleep and stayed there till eight o' the clock. Which just happens to be feeding time here, but thankfully, someone else fed the Monster. However, the dream I had fallen into when I went back to sleep at six was a combination of both adding to the previous one, and of being awake thinking about it and trying to remember and put together its various elements. All of this was Dream #2, mind you. To call any of the two absurd would be the understatement of the millenium. What's even more bizarre is that I'm, even now, getting little flashes of parts I hadn't remembered earlier.
